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PRIME SUSPECT
Episode 5

Errors Of Judgement

I believe that the police should, erm...

Bugger it!

Liaise. The police should
liaise with the community...

They should be a part of the community.

Excuse me, sir, I wondered...

Oi!

Here, have it.

Er... so, people are always saying
that the police should, erm...

liaise with the community.

But I believe they should
be a part of the community.

Right, any questions?

No?

Well, why don´t I ask you one, then?

I´ve been a cop for about 22
years. God, that makes me feel old!

Anyway, when I was about your age,

I decided what I wanted.

I wanted to be in the police force.

And that´s where I am.

And I´m very happy about that.

You see, I... I think that
people get on a train...

and they don´t know what
their destination is.

And then they finish up somewhere
that they don´t want to be.

So why don´t you think
about that, and tell me...

Well, tell me what you want to be.
Tell me what kind of a life you want.

What do you want?

To get hammered!

He wants to get hammered. Anyone else?

Respect.

Yeah, well, I can
identify with that myself.

Sweet commies for trade!

Commies? What´s that? Comics?

No, computers.

Oh.

What about you? What do you want?

Law and order.

Yeah, all right, all
right, that´s enough.

You want law and
order. What´s your name?

Sad wanker.

Campbell.

Campbell, you don´t think
you´ve got law and order?

Are you joking? I mean...

Look, who gives a shit?

Nobody! Nobody gives
a shit about anything!

We´ll talk about that later, all right?

You know me?

No, but you´ve seen me around,
yeah? So you sort of know me.

Thing is, my friends here are
what you´d call, er... chefs.

And they need a nice, clean
kitchen to do a bit of cooking in.

Please, I´m looking after these kids.

Just open the door, darlin´.
We´re not gona cook the kids.

Mind if I smoke?

So those figures are halved That´s
not rhetoric that´s arithmetic

In 1993, my división responded to
around 100 gun-related incidents...

in the Deansfield area.

Last year, 50.

Are you saying, Mr Ballinger,
that you´re our saviour?

That´s right. Like all senior officers
on this force, I am guided by the Lord.

So you´re saying it´s safe to
walk round Deansfield at night?

I didn´t hear myself say that.

What I´m saying, what is unequivocally
true is it´s now safer than it was.

That is quantifiable. That is a fact.

Let me tell you something. In 1994...

Operation Japan broke the back
of gun crime in this area...

and it has never recovered.

Serious woundings caused by
gunshots have fallen by 15%.

Armed robbery by 21%.

Now, that is a very
significant reduction.

So what I´m saying to you...

is that the measures the police
are taking... they are working.

Slowly but surely.

Of course, that´s boring.
That doesn´t make good telly.

You won´t see many camera-in-the-bag
documentaries about that.

All I can say is, just because
you don´t see it on the box,

it doesn´t mean it ain´t happening.

I´d now like to take this opportunity
to introduce at the side of the room.

Detective Superintendent Jane Tennison.

Superintendent Tennison
joins us from the Met.

I´ve been here for ten days already...

And we still haven´t had a
drink yet. That´s a disgrace.

You still haven´t
given me any work to do.

Well, that´s not entirely the case.

Oh, please! Speeches in schools! I´m
bad at them and I hate doing them.

That´s a poor use of me as
a resource and you know it.

I was endeavouring to break you
in gently. Our provincial ways...

I don´t need breaking in.
I just need something to do.

- Something authentic.
- This is the north.

In my day, lasses stopped at home,
mangled the kids and fed the washing.

Listen...

I... I don´t know what
you´ve heard about me, but...

What have I heard?

"That bloody Jane Tennison,
she´ll be storming into your nick,

the balls of your best officers trailing
from her jaws, spraying people with claret,

calling people masons,
threatening resignation."

Er... well, I...

I just wanted to tell you I-
I-I´m not a complete maniac.

Aren´t you? How disappointing.

No, I´m a good cop.

Yeah, I´ve heard that
too. That´s one of the...

Oh, bollocks!

Ballinger.

Fatal shooting, killer still on
the premises. Will that do you?

- What happened?
- There´s a dead man on the walkway.

Second floor of that flat there.

Are you Rankine?

Yes, ma´am. Gerry... ma´am.

Up there.

- Who called that lot in?
- I did. DI Devaney.

The gun was fired from inside the
flat. There´s someone still in there.

I´ve cleared the whole floor.

God Almighty, get these people out of here.
If anyone here gets hit, you´re responsible.

I´m sorry, sir, I´m sorry.
You´ll have to move over there.

Right now, please. You
too, sir. Thanks very much.

Oi!

All right, boys and giris?

- Who the hell´s that?
- That´s The Street.

Used to be called Clive Norton.

But that doesn´t have the same ring.

Afternoon, dibbles!

Are you going to shoot me, or what?

Simple enough question.

You! Hey! Get away from there.

No, that wasn´t the question.

The question was, "Are
you going to shoot me? "

Answer...

Doesn´t look like it.

I don´t know, you dibs, eh?

Been gagging to have
a pop at me, you have.

I said get away from that door!

I had a phone call, yeah?

I´ve got a poorly boy in this flat.

And the boys know The
Stree takes good care.

Hey, beast boy? It´s me.

Bit of a mess, this.

Eh?

- Get that ambulance up to the door quickly.
- OK, ma´am.

OK, son, you´ll be all right.

Yo, teacher, do I get frisked?

I love being frisked, me.

- Do it.
- Kneel down! Face me!

I want him along. I´m
going to the hospital.

I´ll see what I can pick up there.

I´ll be back later.

When I get back, I want both the W´s.

Two, three.

Excuse me, sir, what
is your problem? Move...

- DC Adeliyeka, ma´am.
- Call me Henry.

OK, Detective. Would you get in
and come to the hospital with us?

- Why?
- Eh?

Why and who?

Weapon and witnesses.

Ah.

Oi! SOCO, back off.

I don´t want nobody fingering that
body till we´ve done with him, right?

Nazir Ahmed, the people´s friend, is
wearing a pouch for his little parcels,

but there´s no parcels left.

The blood´s still runing. He´s
not been dead half an hour.

Get anything?

Ballistics could be tested. There´s
a bunch of bullets and stuff.

No weapon. Unless they´ve invented
one you can flush down the bog.

Third person now absent,
with or without gun.

Was it a forced entry?

Uh-uh.

Witnesses?

This neighbourhood, Gerry
- have a guess.

So, no W´s.

You´ll be OK. You´ll be
back in business soon.

I want a uniform five inches from him
the entire time he´s in hospital, OK?

- Can you hear me? What´s his name?
- Michael Johns.

- Is he taking any drugs?
- The best money can buy.

- Why? Do you want some?
- Shut up! I´ll come to you.

Hey, don´t go calling me, woman. I
got the poor frigging kid out of there

- while you were dicking around.
- He´s a key witness in this case.

- I must have a statement. - This
boy´s been shot at point-blank range.

Now can you all please back off
and let me do my job! Thank you!

He looked a bit young
for a doctor, didn´t he?

Right, now you can talk to me.

Of course, doll. That´s why I´m
here. I love being interviewed, me.

- Oh, yes, I bet you do.
- Later, yeah.

We´ll work together on this one, Jane.

Keep each other posted, yeah?

He knows my name!

Point of honour, ma´am. Everybody´s
name, everybody´s business.

If it´s police, he knows about it.

The dead guy on the
walkway was a soldier.

Muled for The Street since he was 15.

Are you saying The Street shot him?

Much too grand to go
shooting guns ourself.

Big round here, our Clive.

- Done time?
- Bits and pieces. Not what he deserves.

How come?

He´s clever. He´s careful.

You stay here and sort
the security, all right?

And Henry... don´t call me ma´am.

Call me boss, guv...

Just call me anything but ma´am.

You´d better stash that broom, mate.
The new Super might fancy a ride.

- Right, what have we got?
- The usual. Stacks of forensic.

They´re already moaning they can´t
do anything and it´ll take a week.

There´s bullets but they´re damaged.

- What kind of bullets are they?
- Heckler and Koch 9mm.

- Or something comparable.
- Yeah, and?

The killer was stood here. He didn´t move.
He discharged a whole magazine in one burst.

Pulled the trigger, kept on
firing till the gun ran out.

- So he was waiting here?
- I think so.

The door opens. In comes Nazir Ahmed
and the flat owner, Michael Johns.

- Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
- How did he get in?

He had a key?

Or it was someone Michael knew.

Or somebody used to locked doors.

Ah, a hit man.

I don´t think so.

No?

He or she was not used to automatic
weapons. The gun is set to continuous fire.

But it´s so light,
they can´t control it.

Amateur hit man?

So, have we got the murder weapon?

No, ma´am. Uniforms are
looking all over the estate.

Stop and search on all arterial roads.

So what sort of form has Michael got? Is
he involved in things like guns and drugs?

No, his name never comes up.

Hey.

- Are you one of ours?
- I´m with The Herald.

Christ! Give me that.

OK, good work. Get it typed up and get it
to my appointed team as soon as possible.

Well, good work.

Now I can die happy.

Piss off.

Feeling better?

Getting there.

Bad for your statistics, though,
isn´t it, people getting shot?

Just nail the killer quickly.

Yeah. Let´s talk about the
list of available people.

Because I want to choose my
team for the investigation.

What for? You don´t know anybody here.

Yes, that´s true, but I´d
still like to be able to choose.

Well, what exactly was wrong
with the three you had earlier?

Well, for a start-off,
I didn´t choose them.

Jane, you will eat
what is on your plate.

Er... good evening, I´m
Superintendent Tennison,

for those of you who
haven´t seen me around...

and I´m in charge of this investigation.

Now, obviously I don´t know this
area, I don´t know these people,

so I will be depending on you. But
don´t worry, I´m a quick learner.

OK, if you have anything to say,
just shout out your name first.

DC Adeliyeka, do you want me to leave?

Sorry about that, Henry.

Right... here are our players.

Nazir Ahmed, our murder victim.

He was 19 years old.

Cocaine, crack, heroin-possessión
and dealing, a little bit of...

pimping on the side, court order for rehab
- altogether a bit of a rogue.

Time of death, sometime after midday.

Now, this is Michael Johns.

He´s in hospital, he´s wounded, but we
can´t get to him till tomorrow morning.

He´s also young but, up to now, clean.

However, he knows this
character. Clive Norton, aka...

The Street.

Yeah. Bit of a local celebrity, is he?

Funy, I always thought
it was a soap opera.

Erm, yeah, DS Pardy.
Is Norton a suspect?

He´s a comon denominator.

Nazir Ahmed worked for him. Michael
Johns knows him and is known by him.

In fact, he called Michael Johns his
boy and I want to know what that means.

The rest of these
- can anyone help me?

Er... yeah. Erm...

...they´re all part of the same crew.

Tony Rice. If we´re prodding
The Street, we get to feel Tone.

He´s The Street´s personal
mule. Driver. Gopher.

I´ve had some dealings with him.

He´s doolally, frankly.

Be careful.

Charlie Toots, Radio Chalker.

Radio? That´s a funy moniker, isn´t it?

Radio rental
- mental. They´re the hard boys.

They´re a double act.

If The Street marks your card...

...these boys give you the stripes.

They´ve all got form.
TDA, GBH, the usual.

Mix and match.

OK. Next the murder weapon.

Erm... who´s DC Growse?

Well, it says here that
you´re the gun expert.

Right, well... We´re
looking for a machine pistol.

Probably a Heckler, possibly an Uzi.

Ballistics can link shells
to a specific weapon,

so we want that stuff, like, now.

Heard that?

OK, question. Was this a gang-related
execution? If so, one of two things.

A) The firearm has been
returned to the gang´s stockpile.

It´s gona be kept in circulation.

Or B) It´s already been smuggled out
of town and by now it´s in wherever.

Penzance, Glasgow...

OK, got the picture.

Growsey, in these cases
you never get the weapon.

Well, we´ll see about that.

Yeah, go on.

It´s not a gangland killing,
it´s an ordinary murder.

How did the killer get the gun?
Answer: "Probably he rented it."

Like a video. There´s a
bloke in the pub, whatever.

OK, OK, here´s what we do.

We go through every
file of every individual

who´s ever been involved in a
gang or a drug-related shooting.

We also check with the gunsmiths,
the gun clubs, the arms dealers -

see if anyone´s had a
machine pistol go missing.

- And not reported it.
- Me.

Thanks. Pump your snouts. Find
out the word on the street.

No pun intended. Also, Forensics. When
are we getting whatever we´re getting?

We must have the resuit of that
paraffin test the minute it´s in.

- We´ve got them.
- Sorry?

Michael Johns did not
shoot a gun of any kind.

Well, why didn´t you
tell me this before?

I didn´t get the chance, ma´am.

Witnesses
- an entire block who say they saw nothing is an entire block of liars.

Why are they lying? Who´s leaning
on them? What are they afraid of?

We´ve knocked on every
door on that floor.

On that floor? You´ve got to
knock on every door of every floor.

Devaney, Rankine, can
you handle that, please?

Right, that´s it. We meet tomorrow
evening, six sharp to exchange information.

And that means everybody.
Thanks very much.

Henry, tomorrow you´re with me.
We´re in the hospital. Good night.

So do we know what The Street was
doing around the middle of the day?

Yep. Dogs.

Dogs? What does dogs mean, Henry?

The Street´s got these
bloody great Rottweilers.

Yes, right. And? So?

So, he loves them. They´re
smart. Really clever.

So The Street loves his
clever dogs. So what?

He was in the park with them.

Oh, he was in the park with them!

So have we have got any
witnesses to this charming scene?

Yeah, Tony Rice, Radio
Chalker, Charlie Toots.

All sitting on a park bench, watching
The Street chuck a stick. Very cosy.

It´s amazing what them
dogs can do with a stick.

Henry, you stay here, all right?

So how are they treating you, Michael?

All that blood, just one little hole
in your shoulder. You were lucky.

Is he always that talkative?

What´s your name?

Janice Lafferty.

Are you his girlfriend?

Yeah, sort of. Yeah.

It must be rotten for you, but
don´t worry, he´s gona be OK.

Erm... Listen, Janice...

would you mind if I just have a couple
of words with him in private? Is that OK?

Great, thanks.

Who shot you, Michael?

Who murdered Nazir?

Now, are you not talking because
you didn´t see who it was?

Or you saw who it was but
you didn´t recognise them?

Or that you know exactly who it
was but you don´t want to tell me?

You see, we know that
Nazir worked for The Street.

And The Street´s a
friend of yours, isn´t he?

Do you work for The Street, Michael?

Who has keys to your flat?

Listen.

If you don´t want to talk
to me, that´s one thing.

But if you´ve been told not to talk to
me, that´s something quite different.

I think you´re not talking
because you´re frightened.

Yo, you think what you want, Babylon.

Whatever bake your cake, darling.

Mm? Whatever lift your dress.

I´m Inspector Devaney, this is my ID.

Oi!

Give it back, you little
bugger! Give it me now!

Rankine, get here and
try this frigging door.

I´m gona strangle this child.

Rankine! Get off the phone
and do as you´re told.

Tony Rice wants to talk.
He´s shitting himself.

All right, we heard you!

Henry... Good to see you again so soon.

Clive, I´ve got a couple
of questions for you.

Oh. Are you here?

Let me consuit my diary.

Good news. The Street is in.

You want to know what I´ve
found out about Nazir Ahmed?

Well, let me tell you.

My enquiries have revealed
that Nazir was tip-top.

Salt of the earth.

Loved by all.

It´s a terrible business altogether,
really. We ought to call in the police.

Nazir was a mule. He was
ferrying drugs around town.

Was he?

Oh, well. He´s in Paki
heaven now, in´t he?

Getting tugged off by
12-year-old virgins and all that.

Is that why was he killed?
Did someone else want his turf?

Maybe his own boss had him assassinated.

Interesting, yeah.

Maybe the bullets came
out of Kenedy´s head...

ricocheted across the Atlantic.

And you, in the meantime, you were
doing your Barbara Woodhouse...

in the park with your dogs.

There I was, happy as Larry.

The sun´s shining.

My boy Tony gets a call on his
mobile. Michael John´s been shot.

And this Nazir...
What´s his name, Henry?

- Nazir Ahmed.
- That´s it.

He´s got himself killed.
Could I be of assistance?

Who made the call?

A local resident. Everyone knows
they can get hold of me in a crisis.

- They can rely on me.
- Oh, yeah?

Fix them up with what they need, huh?

Fix. Drugs. Fix people up. Nice one.

Yeah, I help ´em. I´m
a community service, me.

At the scene of the shooting,
you called Michael your "boy".

What did you mean by that?

Everybody´s my boy.

Do you live here?

Yeah.

Alone, I presume.

Yeah, like you.

What is this, Henry? Have you got
anywhere with this case, or what?

We have reason to believe
that Nazir was working for you.

That he was your bagman.

Now, I didn´t actually
hear you read my rights.

Did I miss that? Am I under arrest?

Oh, no. If you want me
to leave, just say so.

I won´t actually go, but I know saying
so will make you feel like a big boy.

Just because you don´t come,
Jane, don´t take it out on me.

Oh, Clive!

You´re the conection.

You´re the thing that
holds all of this together.

You can tell Toots and Radio
and the rest of those lowlifes...

that when I nail you for
complicity in this murder...

they do time as well.

You´re that far away
from life imprisonment.

I am scared!

Watch your back, Gerry.

- Stop fussing.
- That´s an order.

- Shouldn´t you tell her about this?
- You stop fussing.

When did this happen?

The door, Deborah, who kicked it in?

Duno.

Are you straight enough to talk?

Do you remember who I am?

DI Devaney.

I busted you a while back, yeah?

Your boyfriend owns
this flat, doesn´t he?

He doesn´t own this flat?

He´s dead.

Do you know how he died?

They bloody shot him.

Who did? Who shot him?

Was Nazir moonlighting or what?

Did The Street find
out and do this here?

The door, Deborah.

Come on.

The passive I´m getting just sat here,
that could put you away, big time.

Naz did that.

Nailed up the door and that.

He barricaded himself in?
Why, what was he scared of?

He was cutting up the gear
with laxative and shit.

Taking it himself.

Bloody mad!

I mean, it were doing his bloody head
in. He were that scared of everything.

Then he wanted to get out again.

Sort some more skag.

Pulled the door off himself, didn´t he?

Nazir was powdering down the gear?

Taking it himself. I mean, Christ!

Who shot him, Deborah?

Come on.

What are you not telling me?

I think I´m going to chuck.

Sorry I´m late.

OK... what have we got?

Forensics, surprise me.

- What´s the story on Ballistics?
- Tomorrow at the earliest.

That´s not early enough. Lean on them.

So, how about the files?

Hello, hello! Anybody at home?

The files on the people involved
in the shooting incidents.

Here, boss. Basically
we´re eliminating in blocks.

60% banged up, therefore
out of the runing.

20% out of the country.
5% kicked the bucket...

- OK, how far have you got?
- We´re still checking the prisons.

- What´s your name?
- Rachel Skiner, boss.

Well, Rachel, that
just isn´t fast enough.

Well, I´m not the
only bugger doing this.

I´m putting you in charge
and therefore responsible.

I want a working shortlist by
tomorrow morning. OK? Get to it.

Right, we have information that Nazir
Ahmed has an apartment somewhere in town.

- Don´t know where. It could be anywhere.
- 56 Brayburne Terrace.

- What?
- He bought the flat at the end of last year.

Installed his girlfriend Deborah
to field personal callers.

How do you know this?

Deborah´s a junkie. I´ve
pulled her in a few times.

- Have you known it for a while?
- Yeah.

- And do you think you could talk to her?
- I have done.

Well, and?

Nazir was making The Street´s
good smack go an long way.

Cutting it with all kinds of garbage,

selling short measure, raking in
extra cash to feed his own habit.

And getting paranoid and generally
praying The Street wouldn´t find out...

his rep as king dealer
was going down the pan.

The boy was not smart.

Oh, Jesus!

Don´t you think it
would have been nice...

if I´d known this before
I talked to The Street?

If I had known you were,
I´d obviously have told you.

I mean, are you lot incapable of the
basic procedures of investigation?

You have to keep me informed.

I´ve got a mobile. Use it.
Where the hell´s Rankine?

He´s with his snout.

Fine, thank you, thank
you. Thank you very much.

Tony... I appreciate you´re
a wee bit strung out...

Shut it, dibble! Listen...

The Street don´t know shit
about this Paki, right?

Well... that´s not strictly true, Tony.

About him getting whacked and that.

Big surprise! No idea.

The Street, man...
Christ, he was distressed.

Tony...

...there´s no future
in this relationship...

...if all you´re gona do is pass
on messages from your employer.

Shut it!

The Street... did not kill Nazir.

The Street did not
order Nazir to be killed.

The Street is extremely pissed off.

Because all this ructions
is bad for business.

Understand?

Yeah.

Now´s the time people are
going to start getting wasted.

Know what I mean?

Cheetham, Cheetham Hill.
Ancoats. Where´s Ancoats?

Medway. Ancoats? Ah, Ancoats.

Holt Town...

Come in.

Rankine, when I say 6:00, I
mean 6:20. I don´t mean 8:00.

However, I will take your apology...

for granted as I can´t be
bothered to sit and listen to it.

Just tell me what you´ve got and pray...

that it´s worth me being
mildly pissed off about.

My snout´s Tony Rice.

The Street´s right arm.

Ah.

OK, go on.

The Street did not pop Nazir. Official.

Nor did he put out a contract.

It was business as usual, tickety-boo,

then all of a sudden he has the
Five-O cluttering up his front room.

The Street knows Tony´s a
grass, he´s selling you a line.

I don´t think so.

Nazir ripped him off. He
couldn´t be seen to tolerate that.

The Street´s a realist.

If his right-hand man isn´t milking the
firm, the chances are somebody else is.

If somebody´s got their
fingers in the till, it´s cool,

you can always slam the drawer.

It´s what happens now.

That´s what´s got Tony scared.

I mean, if The Street had killed this
guy, it would be a relief to everybody.

Nazir was his property, he
could do what he liked with him.

Everybody understands that.

But an outsider wasting Nazir to
get at his share of the market...

Gang war.

Tony says so. I believe him.

OK.

Good.

Oh, it´s late. Do you want a drink?

No, thanks.

I´m buying.

I´d rather get up the road, you know.

Yeah. OK, good work.

Thanks.

Night.

You made me jump.

Hungry?

Yeah.

Stop me when I go wrong, OK?

The problem of drugs
is not going to go away.

Statistically, the number...

- What´s the matter?
- Nothing. Carry on. Statistically...

Statistically, the number of crimes...

instigated in some way by
the drug cuiture is huge.

I mean, there are incredible
amounts of money to be made.

No, no, Jane, come on.

I´m just thinking what a wonderful
careers officer you would have made.

You nick a dealer, what do
you get? Another bloody dealer.

You arrest him, there´s another
and another and bloody nauseam.

You make a bust, what happens?
Up goes the price of smack.

Boosh, there goes your car. Junkie´s
turned car thief to keep himself turned on.

What´s the answer? I´ll tell
you the answer. It´s containment.

Cont... Now, that´s the
euphemism of the century.

Ghettoisation is more like it.

You can´t stop people wanting
to get off their faces.

As long as people want to
do it, they will find a way.

And there´s nothing you or I can do about it.
- Yeah, OK, OK.

So, OK, you have this bunch of people.

Their lives revolve around
drugs one way and the other.

They´re taking it, making it,
ripping each other off over it.

They´re killing each other
over it. So what do you do?

What do you say? You
say, "OK, that´s fine"?

"That´s fine. You lot, you kids.

Get on with it. Kill each other.

We´ll contain it. We´ll
put a wire around you.

We won´t allow anyone in or out. "

Well, that is a ghetto.

The ghettos are already there, Jane.

All I´m saying is, let´s
make sure they don´t spread.

Let´s make sure they don´t
infect the rest of the place.

What about those poor sods born
in the ghetto? What about them?

You can´t have one system of
justice for the bad guys...

and one for everyone else. I mean...

You can, but it´s not a system
that I want anything to do with.

I want law and order for everyone.

Including Campbell.

- Who´s Campbell? - Oh,
no-one. He´s just a kid.

I... I just think it is my job
to catch the bad guys. Full stop.

And I believe if the bad guys
are being bad to each other

and leaving the good guys in peace,
there is something to be said for that.

Though I don´t seem to be able to
say it with any authority tonight.

Yeah, well, this stuff´s hard to think
about, isn´t it, let alone talk about.

Especially for someone in your position.

Yeah, well, friends who are friends
don´t quite get what I´m on about.

Friends who are coppers...

Well, let´s say in this job you have
to watch your back a bit, don´t you?

Taking a bit of a chance with
me, then, aren´t you, sir?

Er...

I think I´ll go for a pee.

For God´s sakes, are you physically incapable? I
want a dry martini straight up and I want it now.

I don´t want an olive. Any sign of
an olive, you´re back in uniform.

You lot can laugh. In the Met, we
wouldn´t be having this conversation.

Me, I´ve screwed my way to the top, and I
may be 50, but I could bloody well do it...

Are you all right?

Fine.

What´s the matter?

Mm? Nothing.

Just a bit tired, I don´t
know. In at the deep end.

I know it was exactly what I
wanted. Thank you very much, but...

Are the team behaving?

Yes. Fine. Absolutely fine.

I know Rankine´s an idle bastard but
he´s a good copper, given the chance.

Yep.

Tell me something. You feel you´ve
been sacked, don´t you? Ending up here.

No, not at all.

Now, that doesn´t suit you.

What?

Not telling the truth.

Well, you shouldn´t feel that. I don´t suppose
you´d believe me but it is actually true.

Clare Devaney came straight into my
office to ask if she could work under you.

It isn´t just your reputation
for snottiness that precedes you.

You´re a role model,
Jane. An icon in the force.

Shit, I´m getting this wrong,
aren´t I? What have I said?

Oh, nothing.

Shall we have a coffee?

Let´s have it at my place.

Yes, sure, I´d like to meet your wife.

My wife´s away at the moment.

As a matter of fact, she´s
away most of the time.

Yeah?

Oh, darling, morning.

No. No, no, no. I was fast asleep, yeah.

How is she? Yeah, is she any better?

Mm-hm.

No, no. You stay. Stay
another night, yeah, yeah.

I´m fine, yeah. Mm-hm.

Yeah, yeah, I love you too, yeah.

OK, yeah, well, phone
me again tomorrow. Bye.

Well, I´d better go.

- Don´t go yet.
- No, it´s all right, I´m... pretty late anyway.

Hi, I´ll bring Michael in for breakfast.

- Ask your brother if he´s hungry.
- He can smell it. He´ll come.

Just ask him, will you?

Good lass.

Breakfast, Cam. Do you want owt?

Are you carrying?

I´ve just come out of hospital,
Mrs Lafferty. I got myself shot.

I need it.

Oh, erm... I´m sorry to interrupt.

- Jane, come in.
- No, no, no, it´s fine. It´s not important.

Sorry, I know what this is. She needs
authorisation. I´ll be back in a tick.

Jane, can you just wait?

- Look...
- It´s all right, Martin.

We slept together. It´s what
people do when they´re grown-up.

It won´t happen again and I certainly
won´t discuss it with anyone.

I hope I can rely on you
for the same discretion.

Oh, for God´s sake!

- Do you think I screwed my way to the top?
- No, do you think I did?

Oh, Clare, could I have everyone in
the incident room in about ten minutes?

- Yes, I will keep you
informed about that. - Mm-hm.

Campbell! Where are you going?

I´ll come back to you, sunshine.

Right.

Scene of the crime. The location.

Come on, speak to me. Rankine?

The Clem Atlee estate...

...is where the homeowners bring
their doggies to defecate. It´s...

It´s not a nice place to live.

The registered tenant of the flat where
the killing took place is Michael Johns.

He´s only 18 years old. What´s
he doing with his own apartment?

The Street takes care of his boys.

- Pardy? It´s Pardy, isn´t it?
- Yeah.

Erm... Steve. Got those dabs?

Yeah. Rice, Toots, Chalker. They
all claim to be friends of Michael´s.

- Their prints have a perfect right to be there.
- That´s boring, isn´t it?

Bring them in anyway. Make
life hard. What about the blood?

Er... well, buckets of Ahmed.
Little bit of Michael. Period.

- Oh, Pardy, you´re such a laugh.
- These are the lists, are they?

Yeah, I´m just off to copy
them now, boss. 46 names.

- Good. Copies for everyone, please.
- OK.

I want those checked personally. Not by
phone. Personally. Henry, is that for me?

Michael Johns has discharged
himself from hospital.

Oh... has he?

He hasn´t discharged himself from me. I want
him monitored round the clock. That´s your job.

- Mr Growse, what about the weapon?
- The regional crime squads are fully briefed.

- Has The Street got a cache
of arms anywhere? - Mm-hm.

Several, according to my snout.

Call him.

- I can´t do that.
- Ask him where they are.

Boss, can I say something? I don´t get
what we´re driving at with The Street.

I mean, the guy´s a right dickhead, but why
would he kill a soldier of his own outfit

in a flat belonging to someone he knows?

Well, it´s a good question, but, erm...

...let´s just stay right in his face.

Breathe all over him and
he might let something slip.

Yeah, but the guy has alibis,
whether those alibis are real or not.

There´s motivation to punish Nazir,

but to murder him, in these
circumstances, it doesn´t...

You´re steering us as though
The Street is your prime suspect.

He´s the key.

He´s how this whole thing unlocks.

Sorry, ma´am, could you come
to the front desk, please?

- Jane, have you got a moment?
- Sorry, I´m wanted front of house.

- The Superintendent will be along in a minute.
- Yes, sir.

Look, really, Martin, this
is completely unimportant.

What kind of man do you think I am?

Well, er... I think you´re the kind
of man who basically adores his wife,

but doesn´t mind a bit
on the side occasionally.

Yeah.

Well, I´m sorry. I´m afraid I...

Jane, all I wanted to say was
last night for me was electrifying.

You... have my attention.

Well, I want to see you again.

If you don´t want to
see me again, that´s OK.

I can take that on the chin, but
I want to see you again. Very much.

Jesus, Jane! I want you now.

So does the desk sergeant
and he asked me first.

Sergeant?

Campbell Lafferty, ma´am.

Oh, Campbell.

Well, it´s very nice to see you, but... I´m
sorry, I don´t have time for a chat right now.

Maybe some other time, OK?

I killed him.

The Paki
- Ahmed.

I shot him.

It was me.

You ape! Bloody bastard ape!

Mrs Lafferty, you´re not being
arrested, OK? You´re not being busted.

Do you know where your lad is, eh?

Straighten up, Noreen. This is actually
happening. Do you know where Campbell is?

He´s down the nick,
confessing to a murder.

Now, please, get in the car.

- What´s all that about?
- All I did was show my warrant card, guv,

and bang, she knees me in the bollocks.

Bloody junkie bitch!
Anyway, I kneed her back.

She´s right, Pardy. You´re an ape.

Let me tell you something.

I am broken.

This... does not conect with this.

And there´s f-all I
can do about it, right?

I put that much shit in my
brain, I can hardly speak my name.

But there´s one thing, darling...

One thing about me that ain´t dirty.

One thing that ain´t spoilt.

And that´s my kids.

- You´re saying Campbell wasn´t involved?
- You look at me!

I´m shite.

I see the way you look at me.

I´m saying to you...

the one bloody thing that´s
right in my life is those kids.

Noreen, no-one is saying you
don´t love your kids, all right?

No-one is trying to
take them away from you.

We just have to find out whether Campbell
really was involved in this shooting.

Look, I want you to have
a look at this photograph.

All right?

Tell me if you recognise this man.

Michael told me to keep
him away from that lot.

Michael Johns?

So I told Camy...

I says to him...

"I don´t want you hanging
around these lads. "

Michael is Janice´s boyfriend, isn´t he?

Does he spend much time at the house?

He makes things up.

Who does?

Camy.

He saw this thing on the telly once.

- Yeah.
- It was about snakes.

For days afterwards...
he wouldn´t use his hands.

He ate off the plate. He wouldn´t wash.

I said, "Camy...

...what are you doing? "

And he says...

..."I´m a snake. "

He´s always making things up.

The time is 14:40.

Present in Interview Room...

...three are Detective
Superintendent Tennison, DI Devaney...

Campbell Lafferty, Mrs Noreen Lafferty,
and duty solicitor Gary Pocklington.

What is your full
name and date of birth?

Campbell Lafferty. 28/8/80.

I must tell you that you
don´t have to say anything

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something which you may
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given
in evidence. Do you understand?

Yeah.

OK, Campbell. Erm...

What I´ve got here is the statement you made
this morning in the presence of a social worker.

I´d like to talk to
you about it, all right?

You said you shot Nazir Ahmed
because Michael Johns told you to.

Yeah.

Michael gave you the
gun in... your bedroom.

Yeah.

And then you hid in Michael´s flat, although
you can´t remember how you got in there.

And you buried the gun, although
you can´t remember where.

- Are you happy with that?
- Yeah.

Well, Campbell, what
I don´t understand is

why are you telling us
you committed this crime

when it is extremely obvious
you did no such thing?

I did. I killed him. Michael told me to.

Do you always do what
Michael tells you to do?

Nah, he´s a prick.

I see. Well, why don´t you help me here?

You see, you said here in your
statement that you thought Nazir was OK.

That he was "a cool guy".

So why kill him?

- Did Michael offer to pay you?
- Michael never pays for anything.

Oh, I see. He never pays for
anything, you think he´s a prick.

But if he tells you to pick up a gun
and shoot someone you like, you do it?

You do it just like that.

How did you get into Michael´s flat?

- I robbed his key.
- From where?

Out of his jacket. It was
hanging in the bog at our house.

Why did you need to do that? Why
didn´t he just give you his key?

Where is it now, this key?

For the tape, Campbell is
shrugging his shoulders.

OK, well, let´s talk about the gun.

What sort of a gun was it?

A machine gun.

And who gave it to you?

Michael.

Oh, yes, that´s right. In his bedroom.

Yeah.

No. That´s wrong, Campbell.

- You said he gave it to you in your bedroom.
- No... I mean yeah, in my bedroom.

- Superintendent...
- Yeah, anyway...

Somewhere or other,
Michael gives you this gun.

You let yourself into Michael´s flat...

Why did you do that?

I mean, why kill him there? That didn´t
look very good for Michael, did it?

Whose idea was that?

Wasn´t Michael a bit
like a big brother to you?

Didn´t he tell you not
to get mixed up in gangs?

I can´t remember that observation
in Campbell´s statement.

So why shoot him?

I mean, why shoot either of them?

Think about this, Campbell.

I want you to picture
yourself in that flat...

a loaded machine-gun in your hands.

You´re waiting for the door to open.

OK, now what happens?

What happens next, what
happens when the door opens?

Can I stay here tonight, in a cell?

Yes, we will be holding you for
24 hours to make further enquiries.

Oh, Campbell.

You said you wanted law and
order. Do you remember that?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. I do, too.

You´ll never get it,
unless you tell the truth.

That´s all.

It´s as simple as that.

Well?

- You´re asking me
what I think? - Mm-hm.

If I think something´s really obvious,
I always want a second opinion.

Well, he´s disturbed, in´t he? Poor kid.

But is he disturbed enough to kill?

No. I don´t think so.

No. Neither do I.

Poor kid, he´s so confused.

Congratulations. I hear that
you´ve nabbed the killer.

Yes. Except, erm...

We don´t think he did it.

- Oh? Why´s that?
- Well...

we´d have absolutely no
evidence against him...

We´ve got somebody says he shot you.

Yeah? Sweet.

Who?

Well, let´s come to that in a minute.

First, Michael, I want you to take
me through exactly what happened here.

I was stood out there.

No, no, no. From the top.

Michael, let me give you a little tip.

The sooner you answer my questions,
the sooner you get rid of me.

This... Nazir, right?

He was following me around the estate.

Said he had a business proposition.

I said, "OK, come round the gaff. "

Open the door, I get
shot in the chest...

and the back of his head is
left all over my doorstep.

What business proposition was that?

He didn´t exactly have a lot
to say with no mouth, yeah?

But you´d never met this Nazir before?

I´d seen him in his
car. Cruising around. OK?

He just wanted to talk. I mean...

He just wanted to talk.

So how did the killer know
you were bringing this Nazir,

this person you´d never met
before, back to this flat,

at a certain time, on a certain day?

Oh... Psychic, was he?

Who is it?

- Mm?
- Who´ve you got?

Oh, it´s your girlfriend´s
little brother, Campbell.

What?

It´s pretty funy, isn´t it?

You know what´s even funier?

He says it was all your idea.

He says you gave him the gun.

You told him to kill Nazir
and you got hit by mistake.

So what do you think about that?

Are you taking the piss?

No.

But somebody is.

Got a fag, Henry?

I didn´t know you did.

No, thanks.

Well, Henry, what do you reckon?

I reckon that the day Nazir was
shot, that flat was not boarded up.

Fancy barring the place up and
forgetting to lock the door.

Don´t go turning into a real policeman,
Henry. I like things the way they are.

Well, it´s a woman, getting on a
bit... probably living on her own.

Black. This is Nigerian food.

What´s this, Henry?

Is this Nigerian anything?

Her name´s Robina Lowry
and she´s a church warden.

This is sometimes used in my
country. We call it shorthand.

Howdy.

- Painting, yeah?
- Yeah.

- I love painting, me.
- Do you want a go?

Oh...

Yeah.

Been waiting for you to come and
see me, Michael. Been avoiding me.

No, man. I´ve had Babylon
all over me. You know that.

Like flies on turd, eh?

You´re not a turd, are you,
Michael? You´re a good boy.

That´s why you´re gona
tell me who snuffed Nazir.

I don´t know, man. I swear I don´t know.

No, no. No, "I duno" is
what you tell Tennison.

He had a balaclava on and all that, man.

He was waiting here for Naz and
I got in the way. It was like...

Bam! So fast. I mean, one minute
I´m coming in the door wi´ Naz,

the next I´m in an ambulance with a bullet
in my shoulder. Do you know what I mean?

Why are you lying to me, Michael?

I´m not lying, man.
I swear I´m not lying.

Then why are you sweating so much?

It´s not that it´s hot, is it?

I mean, I´m not hot.

Tony, are you hot?

Tony´s not hot. But look at you.

You´re sweating like a pig.

Why are you sweating so much?

- I´m scared of you, man.

You´ve got no reason to be
frightened of me, Michael.

You´ve got nothing to hide.

Whiter than white, you are.

I was told you wanted to
speak to me about Robina Lowry.

What I´m prepared to say may
not satisfy you, I´m afraid.

Why do you say that?

What you really want to know is,
Did she see that boy get shot?

If so, where is she now?

Yes, she did.

To deny that I know that would be a lie.

This is where we run
aground, I´m afraid.

What she saw has made
her very, very frightened.

Of course it has.

But I have solemnly sworn
not to reveal her whereabouts.

You may be putting yourself in
a difficuit position, legally.

An oath before God

is stronger than the law.

Did you advise her to do this?

To go into hiding
till it all blows over?

Cos it´s simply not going
to until we find her.

Stop.

Outboard, my man.

Street, man. Respect, yeah?

There´s no respect in anything you´ve
got to say to me. Get in the car.

Street, man, this is our yard.
Now, you can´t come round...

You´re stood on the corner, handing
out smack like a 12-year-old arsewipe.

Don´t speak to me as your
equal. Just get in the car.

You get in the car, jerkwad!

Now, I´m gona pretend
you didn´t say that.

- Yeah. Me, too.
- Good.

Not on the seats! The seats
are for people. Get in the back.

OK. Now...

We´re gona play a little game.

Here are the rules.

You tell me who whacked my boy Nazir.

You´re joking, man.

You can die with a smile on your
face if that´s what you want.

- You did.

Weren´t my firm, man.

Nazir was getting fresh.

You popped him.

Everybody knows that.

Outboard, that... is a
very silly thing to say.

And very probably libellous.

Fancy a dip?

Aargh!

Jesus!

My bastard leg!

In at the deep end, Outboard?

Don´t worry, you won´t be
needing your water wings, man.

Ask the ladies to join us, would you?

Was there anything you
wanted to say to me, Outboard,

before my dogs rip out your tongue?

Street, man... Please!

Clive!

If I knew about Naz...

Please...

He doesn´t know!

No... he doesn´t, does he?

But, I mean, we´re here.

We´ve gone to all this trouble.

Let´s kill him anyway!

Oh, this is bad, man. I
mean, this is really bad.

We top this guy, this is someone else´s
soldier, you know what I´m saying?

There´s going to be recriminations.

That´s a bit of a big word, Tony.

You got any more like that?

I´m just saying, right,
this is out of order.

- This is dangerous.
- Your anxiety is noted.

girls...

Please! ...get him!

Yee-aargh!

Street, man, please!

Lighten up, Tony.

It isn´t you down there.

Leeds. That´s all he´ll say?

I have reasoned, I have
promised, I have threatened.

She´s gone to Leeds.
That´s all we´ve got.

We´ve got to find her, Clare. Robina
Lowry is our number one priority.

And do that bloody priest.

- For what?
- For obstructing the course of justice.

How dare he pontificate
about confidentiality!

Mr Growse, what about the gun?

Nothing.

Would you define the word "nothing"?

I mean, come on, you lot, let´s
just be a bit precise about this, OK?

Regional squads are still on
alert for a machine pistol.

As yet, nothing to report.
We keep hassling them.

Yeah.

Files on the shootings
have thrown up 16 possibles.

They´ve all been visited
- all clean.

Snouts round town all
say the same thing.

Nobody knows who did this killing.
The name Lafferty never comes up.

Forensics, postmortem reveals that
Nazir Ahmed died of bullet wounds.

We´ve had Ballistics
back about the bullets.

Nothing. I mean, they´re all
damaged so can´t be matched.

Well, it´s official.
Things are not going well.

Boss?

Can I have a word?

It´s Tony Rice. He wants to
meet the management face to face.

That´s you.

He knows I might be somewhere.

But if he gets a whiff of
anybody else at all, he´ll panic.

So... it´s a 4:00am meet.

I think we should rendezvous at 3:00,

which gives us... six hours´ sleep.

I want you to take them,
Gerry. I want you on the ball.

Boss, the first thing
Tony´s gona do is pull a gun.

Then, depending on how Charlied
up he is, he may or may not talk.

I want permissión to put
Armed Response on standby.

They can sit two minutes away.

He´ll never know.

Two minutes?

Let´s hope Tony´s gun
shoots slow bullets.

3:00.

Yeah.

It´ll be for me.

Hello?

Somebody Tennison. Sorry it´s so late.

Erm... is it terribly urgent?
I mean, he is actually sleeping.

OK, then.

Bye.

Right, all set.

Listen, boss.

Can I have a word with you
without you biting my head off?

Mm-hm.

He may have something, but
if he´s looking to trade,

you´ve got nothing.

The thought had occurred to me.

Well, if he finds that out in a
hurry, you might have a problem.

He´s losing it.

Every time I meet with Tony, I wonder...

is this the one where he kills me?

Copy that, you lot?

Souds like high-ranking buttocks...

sliding aroud on a gravestone.

Behave.

Shit. He´s coming down the path.

He´s over the wall.

You tell me you´re not wearing
a wire, bitch, or I´ll slit you.

All right. All right, I´ll take it off.

Stupid cow.

- Are we go or what?
- Wait. Shut it.

What are you going to do, woman?

What are you going to do?

She´s given him a false wire.

- What am I gona do about what?
- This situation.

- What situation´s that, Tony?
- Don´t turn round, bitch.

It´s all right, it´s all
right, I´m not turning round.

It is out of control.

It is bloody mental. The
Street, man, I tell you...

What are you saying? The
Street is out of control?

- Let him talk.
- He wants to know who topped Nazir

Nobody´ll tell him

He thinks I did it. I know he does.

Did you?

No!

It´s all right. I´m not looking.

Tony I´m not looking I can´t see you.

All right.

You don´t know.

You don´t know what he can do to me.

Well, why don´t you tell me?

There´s going to be a war,
man. I need out of this.

But The Street didn´t kill Nazir.

That´s what I´m hearing?

Is that right?

He didn´t kill Nazir, but
he has killed, hasn´t he?

You don´t know what he could do.

Just tell me Tony, and
then I can nail him.

Don´t answer that.

Listen, do you hear me? Don´t answer it.

We´ll give you an alibi.

It´ll be all right.

Shit.

Hello?

I can see you Tony

I´m very disappointed in you, man.

I think you´ve just dug your own grave.

Argh!

Go! Go!

- It´s all right.
- You OK?

- Yeah.
- Jesus!

- He cut my arm.
- It´s just your arm is it?

Shit, yeah. It´s all right.

- What´s up?
- Hello.

There you go.

Thanks.

I don´t know what to say.

Nothing to say.

I´m supposed to be dead, but I´m not.

Lucky me. It´s Tony I feel sorry for.

We´ll get him.

Will we?

I think it´s very likely that
The Street will get him first.

Not necessarily.

You see, I think he´s
gona give himself up...

to The Street.

Throw himself on Clive Norton´s mercy.

Let´s just hope he´s
allowed to live to regret it.

Listen. Let me pull Norton in.

Have the bastard fall up and down
the station steps a few times.

Can we prove that it
was him calling Tony?

- You know it was.
- We all bloody know it was, but can we prove it?

Yeah. He can.

10 minutes, boss.

A couple of sound lads.

I´ll have him weeping for his mother.

Yes, that is an attractive
idea, Gerry, but no, OK?

I was looking at his record the other
day and I discovered something very funy.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. I mean, it was all you´d expect.

General thievery, TDAs
from about the age of 10.

Then, round about 1992,
something very peculiar happens

around about the time that he was
metamorphosising from Clive Norton -

the humble Clive Norton
- into The Street.

- The GBH?
- Yeah. Did you know about it? Were you there?

Yeah, it was just after I came here.

It was nasty.

I remember the case.

There was some chippy and
the bloke who ran the place

ran a bit of blow now and then and
ended up owing The Street a few drinks.

The Street comes in one day...

and stuffs the bloke´s
hands in the deep fryer.

He keeps them there.

As far as that went, the
CPS made a bollocks of it.

I don´t know. They called the witnesses
on the wrong dates or something.

Whatever
- the shitface didn´t do time.

So...

He commits a really serious assauit.

He enters wholesale into the
system, a grade one bad guy.

And he waltzes away from it.

And from that day to this,
March 1992, The Street is clean.

He´s hardly ever collared and
when he is, he´s never convicted.

The Street´s a clever boy.

I expect he rumbled Tony months ago.

Followed him to the meet last night.
I mean, that´s what it looks like.

Well, what would it look like
if he was getting tipped off...

...by someone from our side?

Pretty much the same.

If that´s Tony, just
tell him everything´s OK.

It doesn´t matter about the cut.
Just find out where he is, OK?

Hello.

Gerry, it´s me.

Listen, Robina Lowry, the witness, yeah?

Henry´s had another
dekko round her flat.

Don´t tell ma´am.

She´s got a sister, right, unmarried,
same surname, living in Leeds.

Yeah, that´s what I´m trying to...

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, the reception´s crap.

That´s what I´m doing.

By looking up Lowrys in the
phone book and knocking on doors.

That´s right, I´m a detective.

Jane, why the bloody hell didn´t
you tell me what you were up to?

Yeah, I know. I tried. I
tried calling you at home.

I didn´t know that´s
why you were calling.

Of course not. You were asleep.

For God´s sake, Jane, you´ve
got to keep me informed.

Yes. Yes, sir. I´m sorry.

Well, sorry, I´ve got to finish up here.

He´s been here 23 hours 19 minutes.

Are we gona release him or what?

Now, look. I think it´s clear that
Campbell requires the sort of help

that nobody in this room
is qualified to give.

I really do think you should let him go.

Campbell, are you still saying
that you killed Nazir Ahmed?

Erm... yeah.

You don´t sound very sure about that.

Listen, Camy...

we´ve been very busy, both
before and after you came in,

finding out stuff about this shooting and I
have to tell you that we can find nothing...

that corroborates your story.

You understand what I
mean by corroborates?

Yeah.

Your mum´s asleep next door so
I think the best thing I can do...

is to go in and wake her up and
get a taxi to take you both home.

Now, you sleep on it.

And in the morning, if you still think
that you killed Nazir, you give me a call.

- All right?
- OK.

OK.

Yes?

Sorry to bother you, madam.
I´m Inspector Devaney.

It´s all right, Robina.

Boss...

Do you want DI Devaney´s
bad news or my bad news?

Well, that´s your call, Henry.

Well, they amount to
the same thing, anyway.

Some old bugger in Horsforth Croft just
dug up a short-stock Uzi with his carrots.

Where´s Horsforth Croft?

On the way home from Michael´s
flat to the Laffertys´.

The prints all over it are Campbell´s.

Oh...

Oh, Jesus.

Clare called in. She´s found
Robina and she´s talking.

She said she saw a boy coming
out of the flat carrying a gun.

The gun sounds like an Uzi.

Clare showed her a snap of
Campbell and she says that´s him.

That´s the boy.

- I´ll get your car.
- OK.

It´s all right, lamby.

It´s all right, my little lamb.

You´re coming home with me now.

Everything´s gona be all right.

- What can you see?
- Nowt!

No! No!

Argh!

No! No!

No! No!

You bastards!

Jesus, no!

Campbell!

Noreen?

Noreen?

Call an ambulance. Make sure she´s OK.

Campbell Lafferty was abducted 15
minutes ago from the top of the road here.

He was dragged out of
a minicab by two men,

one black, one white, one
of whom assauited Noreen.

So Toots and Radio picked up,

I want The Street and I
want Michael Johns picked up.

I want all these residents questioned.

We´ve got to find that bloody
minicab driver who did a runer.

Oh, come one! Get moving,
get moving! Not you, not you.

I want every officer, every special, every bloody
traffic warden out there looking for Campbell.

All right, George? How are you doing?

Listen, I need a couple of
uniforms and an unmarked car. Yeah.

Oh, Clare, erm... would you
take a statement from Noreen?

- I know you´re good with her.
- OK.

Boss.

No, she´s concussed and
she´s busted her nose.

Ambulance will be here any minute.

What´ll they do to that kid?

Topsy-turvy, all this.

You see, I was thinking.

I didn´t kill Nazir.

I would have remembered that.

My boys didn´t kill Nazir.

My competitors in
business didn´t kill Nazir.

Conundrum.

Who did it?

Low and behold, a spotty little kid walks
into the nick and says, "Me. I did it."

And the Five-O look at this kid and they
say, "You´re not right in the head, son.

You´ve got a few pages stuck
together. You´re making it up."

Well, you are in a way, aren´t you?

I mean, you sat in that flat,
determined to whack somebody.

But it wasn´t Nazir.

It was somebody else.

Now, isn´t that peculiar?

I say "somebody else", you go
looking at my old pal Michael.

Topsy-turvy.

It weren´t him, Star.

Don´t speak.

The G was 6´2", 6´4"...

I said do not speak!

Reasons to shoot Michael.
One, he shags your sister.

- That´s not nice.
- Don´t!